Lunara stood in front of her mother's tomb. It had been a month since Lilith passed away. Her eyes lingered on the carved letters of her name, but her mind felt strangely blank.
Not much had changed since the day her mother left. She'd become someone who spoke only when necessary, retreating into a quiet world of her own.
A few steps behind her, Eryx waited in silence, never pushing, just staying close.
The wind sighed, tugging at the hem of Lunara's coat, but still she stood, unmoving, as if time meant nothing here.
"I'll come again, Mom," she suddenly broke the silence, her voice low. Then, without glancing back, she turned to leave.
She walked past Eryx without a word.
He didn't call out, didn't follow too closely. He simply waited a beat, then trailed after her with measured steps, keeping the distance she hadn't voiced but clearly needed.
